Quickly, he pulled free from me and turned me around so that I faced the wall. I struggled for a moment until his primary cock slid inside my pussy, but I wailed when his secondary one prodded my bottom.
“This part is going to hurt most of all, my pretty little pet. Let me hear you scream,” he said darkly, and I shivered, waiting for the moment that he would thrust into my unwilling backside.
I knew better than to expect gentle, but I hoped for it anyway.
The tip of his tentacle-like appendage rimmed around my asshole as if it was warning me of what was to come. I whimpered right before it pushed roughly inside me.
I screamed for him just like he wanted. It was a real scream. I didn’t fake a single strained note.
The tip of it wasn’t very large, but as the rest of it pushed into me, it stretched me wider and wider. I tried to take it gracefully, but my bottom hole fought every inch that he forced into me. It felt like a rubber band had snapped inside of me, stretching agony radiating from deep within, strengthening with each passing second until it became my entire focus. I couldn’t think of anything but the seemingly endless widening of his cock pushing inside my bottom.
I wailed through the entire insertion until it was fully inside me. Even then, I struggled to get used to the foreign feeling of him filling me like this.
“Sir,” I breathed, quivering against the wall. His hand snaked around my throat, squeezing tight enough to remind me that he held my life in his palm. It made my pussy clench around him.
He pulled out of me and thrust back inside, using his hold on my neck as leverage to fuck me even harder. I cried out at the raw intensity of the painful pleasure that coursed through me, but I knew I didn’t have a choice but to take it.
I also knew that I’d come hardest of all with both of his cocks inside me like this.
I could already feel it building. His other hand forced itself past my belly and captured my clit. He started to lightly pinch and rub my needy bud, edging my pleasure forward until I had difficulty keeping myself from coming too quickly.
He pistoned into me with cruel viciousness and brutal desire. I took everything he gave me and more, knowing that when he was through me with, I’d be very sore and marked with his seed.
He groaned as I moaned loudly for him.
“You like it when I just take you whenever I please, don’t you, pet?”
“Yes, sir!” I wailed.
He fucked me until I thought I couldn’t take anymore and then he took even more. I was left panting from adrenaline as a droplet of sweat rolled down the arch of my spine.
It was too much. I started to writhe beneath him, trying to escape the inevitable pleasure that was coming for me, but he wouldn’t let me.
“You’re going to come for me again, my pet. I want to feel your wet little holes squeeze around my cocks while I fill you with my seed,” he growled, and my nipples hardened into painful little peaks as I bucked on top of him.
I couldn’t fight it for much longer, so I stopped trying. I just gave in.
I shattered on top of him. I tightened around him with a viselike grip, milking his cocks as he roared with pleasure. I could feel his secondary cock writhing inside my bottom, which only made my release that much stronger.
My legs trembled and my body soared with pain and pleasure, two edges of the same knife that tore into me with savage cruelty. My inner walls danced around him, fluttering wildly as I came so hard that I nearly saw stars.
His seed was like a hot poker inside me, each surge of it branding my insides and marking me as his. It forced my orgasm so high that I screamed through it with wild abandon.
When it was finally over, I collapsed against the wall. His arms wrapped around me, and he carried me through his quarters to the bedroom. He didn’t pull free from me. Not yet.
He pressed me down to the bed and slowly thrust in and out of me. I cried out at the harsh pinch of it.
My bottom hole hurt more than ever before.
“Are you sore, my pet?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. He slammed into me several more times. This was a message. It didn’t matter that I was sore. He’d use my body if he wished.
“Your little holes look so pretty when they’re full of my cocks.” His finger traced the perimeter of my stretched asshole and I swallowed anxiously.
“Tomorrow, when you’re missing me and you’re alone here in my bed, you’re going to think about this moment, how you’re full of my seed and sore and how you’re nervous that I might not be through with you yet. After that, you will remember how I’m going to fuck you this way again as soon as I walk through that door tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
I gasped, but a delightful shiver raced down my spine at the knowledge of what was coming for me when he returned.
